Wow! Gilbert Ryle. Surely there's an anecdote there.
Some. Later though. I said that Ryle and I sat outside drinking pints of bitter. Half pints that would be. I never learned to say 'half,' as in 'two halfs of Guinness.' The best I could do was a muttered 'hoff.'
...my math daughter has a little summer post-doc at Microsoft. If I can find a conference in that neck of the woods, I may fly across the country. When she's busy, perhaps I'll take the liberty of saying hello.
That would be great. Try to avoid June, though. It rains a lot here then. As David says, once you've managed to get out of Seattle and past the first hundred miles of gridlock on I-5, it's pretty straightforward; after you're across the I-5 Bridge over the Columbia, that is. If you find yourself in Redding, California, you've gone too far. David Ritchie knows all the best pubs. Robert Paul ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html